Countering rascality, buffoonery and demented reasoning of Eve Musando’s pathetic critics.
I can not stomach buffoonery. I’m allergic to that garbage. My mind has a mechanism of filtering out buffoonery, I’m glad. Unfortunately, it turns out to be some people’s talent. There’re folks who marvel over being stubbornly stupid. They’re are proud of it in both their words and deed. These motherfuckers pick on any subject, even ones that need only the opinions of scholars, and comment authoritatively as if the subject of debate ni ya mama yao.
Nowhere have these bunch of idiots succeeded in annoying the community like in there recent attacks on Eve Musando, the window. They’re up in arms that Eve danced at her late husbands funeral. They’re angry. They’re mad. “How on earth could she do that?” The scoundrels are asking.
R. I. P Musando
Luo culture (and other prestigious cultures in Africa) allows the widow to dance at the funeral of her husband. Her sisters and “nyieks” are required to join her on the dance floor. Her shemejis and young men like me are also commanded by our customary law to dash into the dancing floor, tightly grab their waists and enjoy the dance till cows come home. The widow and her nyieks are supposed to shake what their mothers gave them while we, the ojende, are commanded to cling on those things they’re shaking. This is after feasting thoroughly.
Ujaluo itaniuwa
Dancing, eating (thoroughly) and crying in funerals is our Luo culture. We love it. You saw when Musando’s body touched the land of his ancestors, Eve surged forward and started crying loudly. And she was not holding a handkerchief to wipe tears like Nairobi chicks because that’s a taboo. The tears should go through your cheeks, breasts down to the garden of Eden.
Lakini si anajua kutingisha bwana!
